You're Not Dancing On Your Own Novels & Stories

“We’ve got weight training together, don’t we?” “Yeah. I mean, you spot me sometimes. You once complimented my squat form.” “Oh, right,” he says, snapping his fingers. “That was a hell of a squat.” I want to melt into the floor. And then They Don’t Know by Jon B. starts playing. He glances toward the dance floor, then back at me. “You and I never got a dance.” “I don’t really—” I start to say, but he cuts me off by holding out his hand.

I feel alone, I don’t understand why, but I feel more alone now, than I have in years. "Doll, come sit out here, we need to talk." Grayson smiles at me, nodding I follow him, what if she is right? I can't dance. I will need to find safe work, but I know Grayson won't let me work. Which means accepting their help. Which I don't want.

I try my best to hold my smile "If you are, you could dance with me" "No i-" "Arg just say yes already" Blondie whines "I don't even know how to dance, and everyone would be looking at me" He smiles "It's a slow dance, you can just look into my eyes and not mind others starring at you, Just don't get lost in them" he didn't just say that, my face suddenly becomes hot "Are you okay precious?" Blondie asks giving me a weird look I use my hand like a fan to cool my face "Yes, why?"

"And when the daylight comes I'll have to do, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close, cause in the daylight we'll be on our own but tonight I need to hold you so close," I felt my feet being separated from the ground as Aaron picked me up and spun me around while my arms were wrapped around his neck. It was like nobody was around us and I did not know how we managed to dance without bumping into anyone, but I was too happy to care about that.

Because being in a club with my fated mate’s cousin is super-duper safe. We weave through the crowd until Kai finds a spot near the edge of the dance floor. I look up at him “I have no idea how to do this.” I murmur as I watch them all move with a surety I don’t have. "Do what?" “Any of this." I wave vaguely toward everything. "Dance. Be here. Act like I’m normal.” “You’re thinking about him?” My jaw clenches. "I wasn’t going to say that."

“The band is playing. Would you like to dance? Just to… blend in?” Aria looked at the dance floor. It was crowded. If she danced, she wouldn’t be standing alone in the corner looking pathetic. “Okay,” she whispered. “One dance.”

While his girlfriend, I mean Vanessa gives him thumbs-up. "Dance? " I shuttered. I never danced in my life! Oh, not in reality, whom am I kidding? I mean I never danced, as those choreographers do, or dancers do in front of the audience. I opened my mouth, ''the only thing I know about dance is, dance when no one is watching you! " I exclaimed while putting my hands on my waist. "Wrong! " "Dance, like no one is watching you! Not, when no one is watching you, " she exclaimed with her deadly stare.

I started to explain that my reluctance had nothing to do with skill level and everything to do with the fact that dancing required a level of physical confidence I wasn't sure I possessed, but he was already extending his hand toward me. "One song," he said, and something in his expression suggested that this was a test—not of my dancing ability, but of my willingness to step fully into whatever version of myself I was trying on tonight. I glanced around for Layla, hoping for rescue or at least moral support, but she had well and truly disappeared into the crowd, probably already charming her way into free drinks and interesting conversations with men who wore watches that cost more than a

The lights dimmed, turning from bright white to a soft, golden yellow. In the center of the room, couples began to move. It was time for the "First Dance." "Oh no," Raven said. "No, no, no. I don't dance. Not like this." "Everyone is watching, Raven," I whispered. I saw a few photographers pointing their lenses at us. "If we don't dance, they will think something is wrong. They will start asking more questions." "I will step on your toes," she warned. "I have thick skin," I said.

Tyler would have a heart attack if he could see me now. Little by little, two ladies are each taken to the stage until it gets to my turn and I go with Fred and another lady as he leads us both to stage. The music comes on almost immediately and for a second, it feels weird dancing seductively for an empty club, but then I remember what Fred said. Just because we can’t see him doesn’t mean he can’t see us. And I put in my best, finding courage in the fact that my identity is hidden. The music goes on for a while and I dance, do tricks, and dance some more, keeping in my mind that I’m doing this for myself.